Her life

No one seemed to notice
no one seemed to care
they all acted like she wasn't even
there.
She walked the halls alone
but never wanted to go home.
She had no family
she had no friends
all she did was play pretend.
At night she sits in bed
hoping this will be the end.
She picks up the knife
to end her life.
She watches the blood pour
as her body begins to soar.
Blood runs down her wrist
onto her list
of all the people that made her cry
and want to die.

**This poem is NOT about me**